Chapter 360: Sword Immortal’s True Intent - Part 3
In the distant void, within a secluded immortal dynasty of no renown, inside the stronghold of a major clan...
Here stood Sword Tombs, Sword Peaks, and the shadows of swords everywhere. Even the old elders’ chairs bore backs shaped like blades.
“It’s that child. Though he’s changed his appearance, his name, even masked his aura—he just now revealed a sliver of it!”
“That unfilial brat dared sneak into this place? Hmph! Trying to use the Southern Domain’s tournament to make a name for himself and oppose our clan?”
“What a disgrace. With that performance, he won’t even make the top ten.”
“Our Gu clan possesses the world’s most powerful Sword Dao constitution, blood of the ancient Sword Immortals—and yet we can’t even match those clans of the True Realm’s Hundred Clans? Utter humiliation!”
“The young master is still young.”
“Young? Is he younger than that Haotian, who shares his bloodline? If he were my son, I’d have long since disciplined him properly!”
Atop the Sword Peak, many clansmen watched the battle unfold. Though their clan disdained the Southern Domain’s grand tournament, it still provided a prime opportunity to gauge the talents of the True Realm’s other proud scions.
The Ancient Sword Immortal Clan ranked mid-tier among the Hundred Clans. But this wasn’t their limit. If they chose to rise in full force, they were confident they could break into the top twenty—perhaps even graze the top ten.
The top ten, however, possessed foundations too deep to measure. That uncertainty held them back.
“He’s about to lose. He only got into the top hundred earlier thanks to someone’s protection. Now he’s faltering—how shameful.”
In the crowd, a tall middle-aged man watched with frosty eyes, his gaze flickering with anger.
Around him, other clansmen showed regret, some visibly angry or anxious.
“If I’d known it would turn out like this, I should’ve competed instead. At least I’d have had a chance at the top ten.”
A young man said this aloud.
Before the words had cooled, the noblewoman at his side gently shook her head. “Our clan must not reveal itself yet. Too many eyes covet our bloodline’s power. When the time comes and we truly unveil ourselves—then we’ll shake the world, and the top ten will be ours.”
“And that moment will depend on you, my son.”
“It may be good that that child entered the fray. The True Realm’s Hundred Clans, the Seven Imperial Dynasties—they all have sharp eyes. They’ll likely recognize his origin. If they believe all our clan’s descendants are like him, perhaps they’ll overlook us.”
An old man murmured this thoughtfully.
“Wait—he—he’s awakened the Sword Immortal’s True Intent!”
Suddenly, someone from the clan gasped aloud.
On the imperial platform, the situation flipped. Gu Yan, who had been losing ground, suddenly erupted with sword intent like silver glass pouring from every pore. He shattered the many Immortal techniques of the Celestial Palace disciple he’d been struggling against, surging forward like a caged beast unleashed.
Behind him, his Dharma Image now wore a robe of snow-white, drifting like a celestial immortal, imbued with a mysterious and ethereal air.
The sight stunned the crowd.
No one had expected that fellow to comprehend the Sword Immortal’s True Intent!
Even within their clan, those who could awaken the Sword Immortal’s True Intent were the absolute elite—potential future contenders for the patriarchal seat!
“The Sword Immortal’s True Intent? He actually comprehended it too?”
The tall middle-aged man froze, his expression shifting complexly.
The others were just as stunned, their eyes brimming with envy.
They prided themselves on their lineage and talent, looking down on even the top scions of other great clans. But awakening the Sword Immortal’s True Intent—this, they truly envied from the heart.
Now, on the imperial platform, Gu Yan launched a furious counterattack. Man and sword became one, piercing straight through the Celestial Palace disciple’s Immortal arts—and his chest.
“A breakthrough mid-battle? Incredible!”
“He actually turned the tables?”
Gasps of astonishment swept through the crowd at the sudden reversal.
In the distance, a young man in white, Jianxin, narrowed his eyes. A rare gravity stirred in his gaze.
He hadn’t expected that youth, who shared his bloodline, to actually awaken the Sword Immortal’s True Intent.
With this step, the boy had truly entered the ranks of the top-tier geniuses.
Though he had only just begun to grasp the realm, and might not fully integrate it during this tournament, it wouldn’t be long before he caught up to the others.
“Seems your clan has birthed another prodigy,” said a young woman in azure robes beside him—Mingyue.
Jianxin gave a faint nod. Indeed.
But he didn’t care.
To him, a so-called prodigy merely earned the right to witness his sword.
His goal lay higher still—to surpass all, to dominate his generation, and stand supreme!
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